Stay itchy? THAT ISN'T WHAT LIVIA SAID. "Stay SEXY, Don't get murdered.. Girl.. Seriously." Livia releases the woman from her light grasp and steps aside. "See you back at the compound.. Or.. somewhere."

So what am I so afraid of.. I'm afraid that I'm not sure of.. Livia starts to sing the lyrics of the song inside her head. A visible twitch to her left eye, slender arms encompass the woman, her hand patting at Cheyenne's back. "Did you find your tribe then?" A quiet laugh and she pulls away from Cheyenne. "Ok, off you go.. remember, stay sexy don't get murdered."

Delivering a mature aloe plant along with a smile, she greets the newest member. "Welcome to Azhi! Here's an Aloe plant. For burns." Scrunching up her face, she tilts her head and laughs. "Just seems like you might need it."

"If you bring it back.. the authorities won't find it." Livia's head cants but she appreciates the woman's attention to detail. "And if there is no body.. there is no crime." And Livia can take care of that detail too. She's invested in many 55 gallon drums. "Just bring the body home.. but use the back door hm?"

Rude of Livia? Pale pools blink. "You are the one that started the conversation. I was not rude.." She half scoffs, half laughs. This woman was bonkers. And Livia liked it. "You better be extra best then."

A lopsided grin pulls at the corner of the Slayer's mouth. "Just be good or my ugly face will be the last thing you see." Livia stands there, head canted, before adding. "Welcome home.." She still hasn't gotten the woman's name yet. "I'm Livia by the way. And you are?"

Wa.. was she crying? Livia shifts uncomfortably. "ARE YOU CRYING? THERE'S NO CRYING IN SLAYING!" The Czech woman peers left then right. Gods, hopefully no one passing by thought she had hurt this woman. "No. No you can't. It's all just a farce. A mean game that am I am playing with your heart.."

Livia's about as religious as an atheist, thank you very much. With the life she's lived.. no time for that. "We have kool-aid but the ranking kind, it's extra speshul. No hippies here. We adore violence and hate the scent of patchouli. Bibles, we use them to roll joints."

*struggles to keep a straight face*
Aye, pony haters. Pity.*looks to the man she's pointing at*
Well, he doesnae look s'bad. Certainly doesnae look like a pony hater.*leans in to whipser* He looks a bit like a pony lover, honestly.

I... am feeling very confused about your strife right now.
*eyes the kazoo*
It could be that it doesnít like me. If itís as magical as you say, Iím sure itís at least a little... sentient.
*eyes land on the crazy stranger*
You have turned me into an insane person, havenít you?

*all sorts of high pitched*
Justmywilly?!
*brushes off, clears throat*
Right. Iím mature. All good.
You could play a kazoo in a band...
People play cowbells and triangles.
*more scoffing* WHATS IT FOR?